Page 3 of A Very Merry Unbirthday (Sacred Sinners MC- Mother Chapter #2)

When Bink’s legs quake, I smile like the fuckin’ devil, knowin’ damn well she’s on the brink again. It doesn’t take much. I know her. Her heart. Her mind. Her body. Her fuckin’ soul.

It’s mine.

All of it.

“Big!” she screeches as I lash that bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue.

Her entire form tightens as she shatters again.

Needing her cunt to milk me dry so she can walk around full of cum for the rest of the day, I quickly get to my feet, line up behind her, and welcome myself home, wrapped in her slick heat.

Bink arches as I claim what’s mine over the stupid mushroom.

This is what she fuckin’ gets for havin’ me wrapped around her finger, for ownin’ me, for makin’ me weak… for plannin’ this silly party.

Wrapping my fist around her pretty blonde hair, I spank her cheeks with my free hand and force her back to arch. A whimpered cry leaks from her throat as she clenches around my shaft.

“Oh. You like that, Sugar Tits?” I snarl and spank her again.

Crimson blooms across her luscious cheeks as I take turns feeding her deep strokes and turning her bottom into hot coals, sure to bruise tomorrow.

If she can sit down, it’ll be a miracle.

It’s nothing less than she deserves for doin’ more shit behind my back, when I need to focus on keeping her, our daughter, my brothers, and their families whole.

They’re what matters. Not stupid parties.

“Big,” she whimpers, strangling my cock. “Please. I… I’m”

Grinding my molars to keep from coming, I pull her hair ‘til I know it hurts and force her to look at me over her shoulder. “No, Sugar Tits. We’re not fuckin’ done.”

Her unshed tears glisten like diamonds, and I grin, bottoming out with a brutal thrust, forcing her to sob as she takes all of me. Her eyes roll into the back of her skull.

I release her hair, grip her hips, and destroy my old lady.

I fuck her until her legs give out. I fuck her through her tears and delirious orgasms. When I’m on the edge of busting, I spit on her tight backdoor and finger her there, while I wait for the need to pass. Brothers, knowin’ what’s good for them, stay the hell away.

“You like when I play with your pretty little ass, Sugar Tits?” I snarl, plunging in and out of that tight ring.

“Yes,” she sobs.

“You about ready to apologize?”

“Fu—fuck… you.”

A dangerous laugh bubbles out of my throat.

“Oh. That’s how it is, huh?” I taunt, but don’t wait for her answer.

There’s no need. This stubborn siren never backs down.

To teach her a lesson, I withdraw, tuck my cock away, scoop her into my arms, and carry my exhausted woman to my office, where I lay her on top of my desk and quickly rip every stitch of her clothing from her body.

She doesn’t fight me.

Not that she’d win if she tried.

Staring down at her, at what I own, at what I get to spend the rest of my life with, I roll one of her nipples between my fingers. “You’re a pain in my ass.”

She flips me off. It’s lazy and half-assed… and maybe a little cute. But don’t tell her I said that.

I smirk when she waves that middle finger around like she’s conducting an orchestra. My cock, yeah, he likes it. The bastard twitches, lovin’ her sass. Lovin’ everythin’ about her.

Fuck. She’s everything.

Just look at her, blonde hair spilled over my desk, tattoo on her ribs, and a pair of full tits that fed our kid… Fuck! They’re so goddamn sexy, and that pussy… don’t even get my started on that pussy.

I lick my lips and reach between her thighs, where I play for a while and watch her come apart at the seams. I know she can take it. She always does. Whatever I want, I take. Whatever I need, she gives. I don’t deserve her. I never have. But fuck if I care.

“Ya know, if I wasn’t so goddamn old, I’d put another baby in you, the right way this time,” I whisper and Bink cups my hand, holding it to her center, where I slide two fingers.

A knot forms in my throat, making it hard to breathe as I touch her.

My… woman. The only one I’ve ever wanted.

“Christ. You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I croak, staring at her in awe.

She would look so perfect, swollen with another baby, my baby.

I can’t believe Leech is a year and a half old.

I still can’t believe this is my life. Swallowing thickly, I shake my head and put all the emotional shit to bed, before I get choked up when I should be punishing my old lady, not turnin’ into a prissy bitch.

To finish what I started, I remove my clothes, yank her to the edge of my desk, and give us what we both need—a release.

It don’t take long.

She’s too fuckin’ beautiful and I’m too worked up.

Her heels dig into my ass and when those tits bounce, leaking little dribbles of milk down the soft mounds, I’m a goner. Gritting my teeth, my eyes slam closed and I’m there, breakin’ apart and bein’ glued back together by her and her pussy magic.

“Fuck,” I growl, droppin’ my chin to my chest as my legs damn near give out.

Blowing out a harsh breath, I massage my woman’s hips for a beat before I force her to sit up.

I cup her tear-stained cheeks and make her look me in the eye as I swipe the dampness away with my thumbs.

“I love you more than life itself. Now, this secret party damn well better be perfect. Leech deserves the best.”

She dips her chin, far too cute for her own good. “It will be.”

“Don’t do this shit again.” I tighten my grip on her face to get my point across.

The goddamn woman rolls her eyes. “Oh. I will.”

“Sugar… Tits.”

“What? Let’s not pretend like you don’t like how I am. It pisses ya off, but you still fuck me senseless.”

“You need to be taught a lesson.”

She bats her pretty lashes at me. “What lesson is that? Orgasms? Yep. A real hardship, big guy.” The snarky woman has the audacity to grin up at me and pat my pecs. “Now carry me home, so I can shower. I’m sure Tati needs a break from our daughter.”

It’s my turn to take a page outta Bink’s book of sass and roll my eyes.

She snorts and slaps my chest.

I smirk. “You’re lucky I love you,” I comment as I break away long enough to collect our clothes and shove my t-shirt over her head. She lifts it to her nose and inhales .

My stupid heart thumps just watchin’ her.

When she sniffs it again, she groans and my stupid cock twitches.

Yep. It’s time to get her home before we spend the rest of the day holed up here, bangin’ like bunnies. Not exactly a hardship, but I’ve got about a million things to do—club business shit.

Someone pounds on my office door.

“You about done, Prez?” Viper calls from outside.

“Yes, we are,” Bink answers for me as I scowl at the closed door.

She pats me on the chest again as a low growl emanates from my throat.

“It’s fine, babe. We were done anyhow. I’ll see you at home.

” She flashes me a genuine grin, swings her legs, and hops off the desk.

Rising onto her tippy toes, my shirt kissing her knees, she pecks me on the lips.

“I love you, thank you for the punishment.” She winks and slowly backs away, still smiling as she opens the door.

Viper takes one look at me naked, then at Bink.

He massages the nape of his neck and finds the ceiling real quick. “Sorry, Prez. But we got a situation.”

Bink pats Viper on the chest, and I growl. She shouldn’t touch him. She shouldn’t touch anyone besides me.

“Sugar Tits,” I warn, and she flashes me a knowing grin over her shoulder before she sashays away barefoot. “It’s freezing out. Don’t forget shoes before you head home,” I call to her retreating back.

“I can take care of myself.”

I growl… again.

Viper smirks at her reply, and I open my mouth to put the woman in her place, but shake my head instead. As much as I love sparring with my old lady, I’ve got shit to do .

Picking my pants up off the floor, I shove my legs into them as Viper spills the newest Remy mess we’re dealin’ with.

Blood.

Bodies.

More trafficked women, kids, and clean up.

Always clean up.

It’s gonna be a long night.